Thursday, April 17, 2008

Death

do not stand at my grave and weep,

i am not there i do not sleep.

i am a thousand winds that blow,

i am the diamond glint of snow,

i am the sunlight on ripen green,

i am the gentle autumn's rain.

do not stand at my grave and cry,

i am not there i did not die.

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